It's hard to sleep. It's too hot in the attic and there's no air conditioning. I can hear all of the sounds from the festival which is probably taking place outside. I was once a huge part of the festival and one of the most active participants. Even as a child, I would love the festivals they would hold to honour the Hunger Games. That's before I became a part of the Hunger Games. Now it's just a distraction from my sleep.
I wonder if I'll be able to sleep in the arena. I don't think I will. I have always had a hard time sleeping and I'm such a light sleeper that the slightest sound can wake me up. That could be a good thing in the arena - make it harder for them to attack me while I'm asleep. It could also make it impossible for me to rest.
Unable to sleep, I try to think about the arena. Another thing I would do as a child was eavesdrop in meetings. The ones between the Gamemakers in my father. I wasn't supposed to and probably would've been punished if my father found out, but I did it anyway. I wish I still did it now. Then I'd have an idea of what I'm facing. Whether I will be in a dense forest or in a barren wasteland. If I have to worry about water or food.
One year, I had managed to steal one of the blueprints for the arenas. There was a slight description of a machine on the mountaintops. I didn't know what it was until ten tributes from that year's Hunger Games died from an avalanche.
I shake the thoughts from my head and try to sleep again instead. I close my eyes tightly and eventually, the darkness succumbs me.
I dream of a girl. I have never seen her before but she feels oddly familiar. She's really young and looks no older than twelve at most. She's crying. I can't see her tears nor hear her cries but I know that she's crying.
I want to reach out to her. I try but then a massive dragon appears. It circles her, looking terrifying with smoke billowing out of its snout. The dragon looks at me as if daring me to fight it.
I charge at the monster. There's a sword in my hand - how did it get there - and with it I slash the dragon's wings. The wings fall off and for a moment, I grin victoriously. Until I see that the dragon has regrown its wings and it is coming for me.
It opens its mouth and roars and suddenly there's fire. I hold my sword in front of me, and even though it shouldn't be able to, the sword stops the fire. I don't wonder why because I am distracted by the dragon that lunges for me, with long claws that could easily kill a human.
I dodge it just barely. And then, instead of running as would probably be sensible, I charge at the monster. Again. Before it has a moment to register, I stab the dragon in the foot. The monster cries out in pain, fire gushing out from its mouth. Then, while the dragon is in pain, I try to stab it again, but this time higher up. In its heart.
Before I can, the dragon's tail lashes out under me and causes me to stumble.
'You're a failure, Alexios Snow.' Is that the... dragon? 'You're not meant to be a hero.'
And it's as the dragon opens its mouth, to probably eat me, that I feel myself being shaken to reality.
I'm surprised to see it's already morning. The dream had felt so short. It's hard to believe that so many hours had passed.
I forget about the dream soon enough. It's hard to remember trivial things like that knowing that I will be entering the arena. That I would become one of the tributes that I have seen die on the television.
I'm glad when it's Kaniel and not Tigris who comes to get me. He guides me to the roof after dressing me in a white shirt and pants. I won't be wearing this into the arena. The final dressings and preparations will be done alone in the catacombs under the arena itself.
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The Quarter Quell
Fanfiction'For the first Quarter Quell - there will be one Capitol citizen amongst the tributes...' Alistair Snow was the one and only son of President Snow. Loved by the whole Capitol, and spoiled rotten, he was the jewel of the Capitol. The most desirable o...